Eyes Of The Soul

In my dreams i alwais see the same place full
Of secrets and mysteries, a place divided between
Mountains and sol

Too real wolrd waits for me when i open
The windows of my sol

Following a narrow path one gets to green pastures
And trall trees dance to the sound of wind

Too real wolrd waits for me when i open
The windows of my soul
Real wolrd is what one has when goes against the rules
Sad wolrd is what you get for telling the truth

I head melodies in my dreams which altract me
More and more into myself and realize that
There are answers to questions which haven't
Arised vet, and that problems only take shape
If we given them weapons

I feel at ease and sheltered and i know
That in my mind nothing can disturb my peace